Date: Sat, 10 Jan 2015 17:19:12 +0100
From: j.zuydendorp@gmail.com
Subject: Charlie

1. Introductions.

Hi.

I'm Charlie, thirteen years of age.
I live in the south of France.

I think I have a good life; because most of the time I feel happy.

I also think, I should, because already at a very young age I'd realized
I had more stuff then any other kid in my class.

It did take time for me to understand what the reason for this was.

It was money.

I was eleven, when something happened, that made me understand.

We lived, by the way, we still do, in a very small village. Not far from Monaco.
The village only has a school for young children, till the age of twelve.
Only two teachers. A man and a woman.

Although I was eleven, it was my final year; I skipped the previous class.
That wasn't my idea, but both my teachers and my parents thought it was best.
They explained it to me.
'Your brain works faster then the other kids. You know you are using all your time
to try to help and explain stuff to your classmates'.
They had a point, so I accepted.
Not that it changed much for me; I still had to help my now new classmates.

But one thing changed.

In my new class, there was a kid that was different from all others.
He was two years older, so three years older then me; fourteen.
And big !
His name is Momed.

The first day in my new class, I experienced that my new classmates did not
accepted me at first hand.
There I was. A year younger, looking like a was three years younger,
and yet smart enough to disturb them in their class.

I think a had some fifteen bruises, and at least five humiliating knick
names, before even lunch break.

Then Momed decided to adopt me.